[Intro]Oh shit, it's the Phantom babyWith the Brown Bomber, babySmoke Records, muthafuckaMCA, 2000, uh-huh[Pop Da Brown Hornet]It's only Pop and I'm hangin MC's like a stockinLeavin them no option, throwin the towelOr gettin they face boxed inNo time for B.S.'in, second guessin, all that's outta the questionI'm here to terrorize, make rappers apologizeI refuse to lose, I'm beat, battered and bruisedNow that I'm on, fuck payin dudesFuck all of youse, I'm bad news to goody two shoesWho be finger snappin and toe tappinI'm that kid that keep it crackin, 'cause I'm what's happeninI love this game with a passion, stop askinHow do you like me now, that I'm the last one laughinHole fucked up, puffin on AlaskanHundred miles an hour, eyes closed, without crashinConstantly, I gotta flip they wigFor I'm the kid, that got the state pumpin in they tripsCD, cassette, car, jeep, chopper or planeGirls screamin my name, it's all part of the gameNo sloppy copies, it's ya black PoppyRollin in between the sheets, been missin for weeksChorus 2X:The sun neva chill, I melt down ya ice grillCats be coolin down, I neva had, I neva willI refuse to stop, look around the rockThat's why no one can do it quite like MC Pop[Pop Da Brown Hornet]Ladies and gentlemen, feel the adrenaline rushTwo triple oh, from poor to plushStarted workin out, I went from gut to cutsNow when they see me it be "ooh" and "ahh"Before they used to call me a want to be rap starNow they tellin stories on how we used to hangAnd how they encouraged me to keep doing my thingFunny how non believers, want to take the creditThey so pathetic, but me don't sweat itI stay focus, they hocus pocusDisappear in the struggle, reappear when ya bubbleWhere was you in my time of needNow you smell success, you stick around like creedTo smoke up all the weed, ya drink up all the GuinnessDon't want to leave until everything finishSame muthafucka who curse ya nameBe the same muthafucka who soft you for ya gleamThen tell me, "Don't complain, it's part of the game"Chorus 2X[Pop Da Brown Hornet]Brown Bomber, Kid DynamiteWhat you want? House squad, I'm here to clean out the pipeHere to make it right, make sure the rhymes keep flowinMinds stay blowin, my jobs are constantly showinHow to do that deal like the All I SeeyinRappers get scared, they start Caller I.D.'ingAfraid to get the message there career's been terminatedAnd Pop Da Brown has officially graduated into the ranks of top contentionAnd while I'm here I have to give mention to my mom, my dad, they knew the timeOther leaders get the dick, your world was mineStripped of ya shine, know you just as bright as a birdHaven't you heard, heard, heardChorus 2X[Outro]AiyoStapleton, Park HillsNew Brighton, West Brighton, Jungle NillsAiyo, peace to the RockWord is bond, Manhattan, Queens, The BronxFor real, for sure, uptown, 2 thousI melt down ya ice grill, neva had neva willThat's why no one can do it quite like MC Pop